Tuesday, 16 March 2010
I can't sleep. So I am looking at hotels in New York. And Boston. I seem to be planning to travel. Or kill myself. Feel shit. Seeing L tomorrow. Tired. Was about to have a Diazepam but remembered I did actually have one about half an hour ago. Probably best not to have more. Wish I wasn't here. Useless. Fat. Horrible. Worthless. Need it to stop. Need control. Need something.